mimiru- sorry if the last chap is confusing! ^_^ anyway...this chap is more or less taking a view (yet again) into Kurama's mind. This is what he's feeling. **************************************************************************** * Is anyone inside here? Can anyone hear me, or am I just shouting at shadows. Can anyone help me, I feel so sad, yet I was so happy a minute ago?

Does everyone go through this, or should I be locked in a basement somewhere. I'm waiting for you to notice, I'm standing here screaming, can't you see the tears that fall down my face. You tell me it will all be ok, and it will, once I'm happy again. And then I am, only to be torn apart by the fact that I try so hard to be happy and I only end up tormented. I cry and I don't have any reason. I can't look at anything but the ground. I want some help. I stand here yelling at you to help me, but nothing happens because all I show is a small smile and light eyes. I can't help it, I feel like an elevator. Up and Down. I wish I was broken. Everything is fine, only it's not. It's all so wonderful, yet tragic.

I have a dark room, it's called my mind. And there's a little place I crawl inside and put myself on auto-smile. I tell you about it, I ask you about it. Yet everyone still wonders what's wrong. I'm screaming it at the top of my lungs. I think they're bleeding now I scream so loud, yet it only comes out so soft. It's all in my head. But what happens if you know this and you can't get it out. It just sticks there like a tiny piece of glass in your mouth. Everything in your mouth seems bigger than it actually is. When does it all end? You think I'm over reacting but what do you do when you have a spinter in your foot? You worry about it and it hinders your walking, something you need everyday. And you complain about it and you argue about it until it's fixed. Well then why can't I complain? Why can I moan about my mind, it's something I need everyday isn't it?

As I scream my face turns red, I watch it like a movie, over and over again. The glass cracks and falls, things break. My voice gets louder and louder yet you still do not hear me? I just want some help, that's all I want. An ear to complain about all my miniscule problems, that are caused by a splinter in my mind. I need some help, anyone have a pair of tweezers. I have a glass splinter in my mind. I need to get it out, becareful, don't shatter it, that only makes more pieces to get out. I think it's in a thousand pieces now from all my screaming. And no one hears me, I'm tired of screaming, and when I can't scream anymore I cry, and when I can't cry anymore I sleep. It's my life, my movie, can anyone please hit Stop? I can't quite reach it right now.